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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.