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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.