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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.