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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.