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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.