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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.