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 Tokyo.
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 Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
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.