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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.