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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.