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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.