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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Nico,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.