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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.