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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.