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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
The Move,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.