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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.