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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.