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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Moody Blues,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.