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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
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Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.