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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.