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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.