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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.