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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.