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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.