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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Can,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.