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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
The Busters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.