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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.