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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.