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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.