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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Swans,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.