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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.