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 Malta 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.