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 Armenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.