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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.