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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.