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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.