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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.