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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.