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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Scion,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.