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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.