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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.