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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.