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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Amazonics 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.