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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.