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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.