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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.