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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.