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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
JFA,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.