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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.