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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Brick,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.