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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.