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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.