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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.