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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.