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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.