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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.