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 Albania 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.