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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.