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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.