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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Smog,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.