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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Kayak,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.