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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.