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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.