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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.