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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.