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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.