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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.