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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.