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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.