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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.