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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.