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 Seychelles 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.