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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.