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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.