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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.