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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.