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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.