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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.