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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.