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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.