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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.