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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Slave,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.