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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
PIL,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.