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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.