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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Monks,
Wire,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.