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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.