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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.