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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.