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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Flipper,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.