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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.