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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
The Zeros,
UT,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.