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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
The Cure,
MC5,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
ABC,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.