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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.