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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.