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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.