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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Index,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.