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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.