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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.