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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.