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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.