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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Hashim,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.