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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.