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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.