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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Lalann,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.