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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.