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 Madagascar 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.