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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.