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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.