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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
X-101,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.