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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.