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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.