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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Wake to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Television,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.