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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.