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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.