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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.