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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.