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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.