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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Slave,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.