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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.