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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.