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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.