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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.