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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.