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 Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Scion,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.