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 China and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Liliput 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.