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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.