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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Pole,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
New Order,
Wings,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.