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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.