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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.