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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.