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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.