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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.