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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.