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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.