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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Pole,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
DNA,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.