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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.