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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.