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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.