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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.