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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.