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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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?
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.