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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.