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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.