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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.