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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.