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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.