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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.