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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.