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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.