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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.