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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.