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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.