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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.