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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.