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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.