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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.