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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
The Wake,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.