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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.