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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.