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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Fear,
Monks,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.