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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.