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 Greece and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.