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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.