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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Wings,
Ossler,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.