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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.