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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
The Move,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.