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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.