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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.