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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.