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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Maleditus Sound 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.