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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.