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 Sudan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.