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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
10cc,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.