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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Ronan,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.