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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.