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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Cymande,
UT,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Suicide,
Magma,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.