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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.