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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.