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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.