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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.