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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.