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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
JFA,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.