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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 New Order to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.