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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
ABBA,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
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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.