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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.