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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.