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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.