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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Franke,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.