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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.