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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.