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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.