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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.