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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Swans to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.