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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
UT,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.