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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.