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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.