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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.