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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.