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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.