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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Wire,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.