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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.