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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Swans,
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.