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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Skarface,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.