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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.