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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Japan,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.