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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.