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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.