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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.