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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Swans,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.