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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.