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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.