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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.