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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.