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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Evens,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.