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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Sparks,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.