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 Philippines and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Crime,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.