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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.