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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.