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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.