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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.