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 Korea North 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Smog,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.