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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Brick,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.