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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Technova,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.