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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.