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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.