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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.