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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
CMW,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.