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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.