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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.