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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.