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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
The Move,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Fear,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.