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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Sister Nancy 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.