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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.