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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.