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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Wire,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.