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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.