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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
the Normal,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.