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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.