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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sparks to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.