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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.