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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.