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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Liliput,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.