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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.