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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Swans,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.