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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Fall,
Erasure,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.