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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.