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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.