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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 sitar 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.