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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.