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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.