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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.