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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.