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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
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 Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.