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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.