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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.