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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.