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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 marimba 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 UT 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.