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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Japan,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.