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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.