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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.