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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.