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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Faraquet,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.