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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.