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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Index,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.