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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.