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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.