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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.