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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.