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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.