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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.