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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
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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.