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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Index,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.