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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
UT,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.