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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.