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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.