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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.