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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.