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 Angola 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Rakim,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Index,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.