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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Faust,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.