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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.