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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.