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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Can,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.