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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.