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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Gong,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.