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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.