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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.