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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Index,
Urselle,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.