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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.