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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.