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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.