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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.