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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.