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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.