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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.