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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Wire,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.