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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Skarface,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Josef K,
UT,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.