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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul II Soul 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.