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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.