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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.