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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Unwound,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.