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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.