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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.