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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.