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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.