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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.