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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Monolake,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.