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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.