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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.