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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.