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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.