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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.