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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.