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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.