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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Magma,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.