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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.