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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.