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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.