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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Move,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.