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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.