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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.