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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.