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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
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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.