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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 AZ to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.