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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Man Parrish 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.