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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone 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 punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Neu!,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.