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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.