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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.