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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.