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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Cluster,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.