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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Fear,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.