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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.