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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.