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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.