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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.