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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.