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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.