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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.