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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.