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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Television,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.