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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.