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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.