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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.