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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.