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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.