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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.