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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.