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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.