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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.