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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.