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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.