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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.