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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.