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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.