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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.