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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.