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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.