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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.