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-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.