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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.