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 China and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.