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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango 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?
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.