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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.