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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.