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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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?
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.