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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.