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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
the Germs,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.