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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.