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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.