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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.