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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.