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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.