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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.