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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.