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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.