Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Index,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
DNA,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.