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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.