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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.