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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Wings,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.