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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.