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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.