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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.