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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.