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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.