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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.