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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Television,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.