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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.