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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.