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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Swans,
MC5,
The Names,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.