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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.