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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
ABC,
Monks,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.