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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.