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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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?
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.