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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.