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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.