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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.