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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.