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 Mauritius 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Gong,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.