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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.