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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.