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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.