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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.