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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.