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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.