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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.