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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.