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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
X-102,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.