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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Visage,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.