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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.