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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.