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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
CMW,
UT,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.