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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.