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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.