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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
UT,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.