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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.