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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.