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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Can,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.