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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 guitar and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.