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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.