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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.