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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.