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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Fear,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.