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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.