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 South Africa and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.