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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.