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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
The Names,
Smog,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.