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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.