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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Selecter,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
New Order,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.