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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.