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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.