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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.