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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.