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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Wings,
Franke,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.