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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.