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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.