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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.