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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Nas,
Hoover,
ABC,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.