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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.