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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.