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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
MC5,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.