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 Czech Republic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Cameo,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.