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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.