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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.