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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.