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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.