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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.