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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
MDC,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.