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 France and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.