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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
The Index,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.