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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.