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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.