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 Kiribati 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.