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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.