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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.