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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.