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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.