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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.