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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.