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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lyres to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Echospace,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.