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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.