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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.