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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.