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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.