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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.