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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.