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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.