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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.