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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.