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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.