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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Smog,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.