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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Kinks to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.