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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.