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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.