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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.