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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.