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 Sudan and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Nico,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
the Association,
CMW,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.