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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.