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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Flipper,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.