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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.