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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Index,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.