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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.