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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.