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 Kazakhstan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.