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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.