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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
CMW,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
The Names,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.