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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Yaz,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.