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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.