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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.