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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Nas,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
a-ha,
UT,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.