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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.