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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.