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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.