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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.