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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.