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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.