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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.