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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.