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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.