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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.