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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.