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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.