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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.