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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Nico,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.