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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.