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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.