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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.