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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.