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 Australia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.