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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.