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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.