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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.