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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
New Order,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.