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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Roxette,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.