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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.